I went hunting my brother's killer. Instead, I ended up with a soul bond to the Vampire King.
Lucien Calabro is the most lethal man in New Orleans. The first time I see him he's covered in blood and saving my life like it's an inconvenience.
And I hate him instantly, right up until when my pulse starts racing to his.
He drags me into his penthouse "for my safety," which is hilarious coming from a man with fangs.
But then he binds me with a blood oath, and suddenly I can feel his desire like it's braided into my own.
I try to escape but he catches me. I fight him but it's futile.
He looks at me like I'm the only thing he's ever wanted.
And that's the moment I realize I'm falling-hard, fast, and catastrophically in lust with the monster I swore to destroy.
Then the prophecy hits.
My blood can save his world... or burn it to ash.
And if I choose wrong? I don't just lose him.
I become the weapon that kills him.